At 6:45 on Wednesday morning I got ready for school, put all my stuff in my back pack, grabbed my water jug and drove to rocky nook park. When I arrived I hung out with Brad, Ryan, and Owen for a few minutes before filling up our jugs. When we were all filling up our containers max was walking by the faucet with a heavy jug. He stumbled and tripped over the water spigot, we heard a snap and Tino yelled "call the ghost busters". The spout had snapped water rushed out all over the place an it created a little stream. After everyone filled there bottles we had a pouja and we were off. At first I was just walking in a clump of people with Brad but after a few minutes I was walking with only a few people. I walked for a while a few minutes and ended up walking in a little group with Brad, Gretchen and Grace. We were far behind half the kids, and far in front of the the other half of the kids. We walked and walked and walked in the hot sun with our fingers stinging and our biceps very sore. We talked all the way up and that helped take our minds off of the hard work. Every once in a while we would take a brake and rest. We kept going on walking on the hot scratchy gravel with our bare feet. We didn't complain or get frustrated. I think the reason we didn't complain is because in the back of our minds we were thinking about how people in Africa have to do this five times as far with twice as much water. After walking an meager distance of a mile carrying a stingy two and a half gallons I realized how wrong it is that kids younger than us have to do a much harder version of this when we finally got to school and got inside we collapsed on the cool stone floor. We sat there for a few minutes and then grabbed our water and took it down stairs. That day I walked up to my first period class feeling good I did it.
